"Well, there isn't much to tell. On Monday night, we were watching
television and there was a show about a hypnotist. And the dog was
sitting in his chair, right there, and he suddenly sat up and got very,
very stiff."

"So Mrs. Bloom, what did you do?"

"I waved my hand in front of his eyes and he didn't react. So I told my husband, 'I think he's dead. Call the police.' "

"Call an ambulance," said Mr. Bloom.

"So you called the Beverly Hills police?"

"They said to call the Humane Society."

"And what happened next?"

"They said to throw some water on him. I got a towel and wet it down and put it on him, you know, but it didn't do any good."

"I see. What happened next?"

"Our son, Phil, came home and the dog finally moved."

"And then what?"

"And then nothing. Just back to normal."

"I see. I wonder if we could get a picture of the dog watching television."

"Why certainly."

"What does he like to watch? 'Lassie?' 'Rin-Tin-Tin?' "

"No... I don't think so."

"Hm. This was Monday night?"

"Yes."

"How about if we go through the listings to see if I can jog your memory?"